The Communal Shriving of Weltschmerz

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Monday, May 04, 2009

On Your Mark Get Set Write

I'm always organizing thoughts. Not my own but other people's. A folder for conservative points, and a folder for liberal counter-points. A file for religious theologies and a drawer for secular wise cracks. Here a quote, there a quote and everywhere a hidden desire to have my own quotable quip embossed on a t-shirt that's sold for $19.99 in some catalogue for midwesterners. I ain't good at grammar. I'm worse with speling. So why do I think I should be writing? Where does that delusion come from? Just because a person enjoys an activity, doesn't mean a creator of that activity should a person try to be! To quote Nacho Libre, "Father, why did you give me this desire to wrestle and made me such a stinky warrior?" 

Do it scared.... that's what my friend says. So okay, fine then, I'll do it scared. I'll start writing ugly sentences and creating characters void of arcs and plot paths. I'll make-up dialogue that's clearly full of my agenda to change the world and to get free stuff from possible sponsors. I'll craft a baseless scenario or two and break a million literary rules while doing it. And I'll enjoy every bit of the treachery that will be my fingers on the keyboard. 

I draw the line at mawkish poetry though. 

Standards must be made.